Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.